nor repay us according to our faults. Psalm 103: 8-10
There really isn’t a chair that Susie or Delia has scratched, a rug pulled, a vase pushed over and broken that Michael and I haven’t forgiven. It’s very difficult to get angry at those two cats.
Honestly, I wish it was so easy with some of the people I know. I have relatives that hold on to resentments and keep grudges for years. I had an uncle who didn’t talk to my mother for 43 years (or vice versa). That’s a long time, and when they did talk, they never talked about what it was that caused them to stop talking. He died two years ago and their falling out remains a mystery.
I can’t imagine being angry at Susie or Delia for that long over what would probably equate to some spilt milk.
How blessed I am that the Lord overlooks my many flaws and forgives my transgressions. I would imagine that He is slow to anger but far more hasty than my mother or uncle to respond with compassion. I think it was Shakespeare who remarked that was the distinction of being divine.
And, perhaps, that’s one of the humbling things about having my two cats. I don’t hold them accountable when they jump up on our dresser to knock china knick-knacks on the floor. Those two cats simply delight in crash and bangs and, perhaps, are fascinated by the theory of gravity. They have no ill intent in choosing my favorite statue.
Maybe, that’s exactly how the Lord looks at me. Forgive them for they know not what they do. Compassion. Divine love. Beyond my human understanding.